Exhumed - In The Name Of Gore lyrics

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey Extrapolating from the abhorrent, we disinter a sordid truth Heinously plundering d**h's depths like a bumbling violent sleuth Tearing through the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to mourn... Carnage canonized - We let d**h reign unfettered Derangement eulogized - To the last bloody letter No one can do it better... [Lead - Mike] In grisly detail we play out or own d**h scenes' coup de grace With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a matter of (dis)taste... Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task... In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of d**h that you deplore Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... [Lead - Matt] Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... Decay consecrated - wallowing in our own pathological waste Reality regurgitated - and smear right back in your f**ing face... In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of d**h that you deplore Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE...